how i could forget this story is beyond me.
about a week and a half ago, i came home from work to find two messages on our machine. odd.
even odder is they were from the same person.
a person whom i haven't heard from or seen in twenty years.
twenty years, kids.
she calls again the next day.
she calls again the next day. and me, in my little crafty area with no access to caller id, thinks it might be my husband.
it is a girl i knew from my days in Rainbow. she was a state officer, representing California to the Great State of Kansas. i went with her on her official visit as a chaperon.
(i have a funny story about us getting lost in downtown Wichita, and going into a bar that wouldn't serve us lunch unless we were both 21 - and i convinced them that we were both over that age. actually i was, but she wasn't but again - that's another post.)
this girl is now married, three kids, and lives in Wisconsin. but daaaaang - the girl can talk.
"heygirlhowreyoudoing?longtimenotalk,letmetellyouwhat'sbeengoingoninmylifeigotmarriedandhad kidsandthenimoved to hereandi'mthinkingofgettingbackinvolvedwithRainbowbutireallylikeithereblahblahblahblahblah."
so - as she rambles on, i come to find out that she had contacted another girl from Rainbow, that i had been friends with. girl #1 asks girl #2 if she knows what happened to me, and girl #2 proceeds to give girl #1 my phone # & address...without asking me first!!!
huh? i don't even talk to #2, and haven't since her mother passed. and she's giving out my info?
thank heavens she doesn't work for the State Dept. i'd be moving to Canada or something.
so. why do you think it is she called?
not for herself, but another girl that was a member of our Assembly, who also grew up, got married and had kids recently found out her husband has cancer.
what kind? they don't know. how serious? no one knows. cynic that i am, i keep thinking it's skin cancer, and while i don't discredit the seriousness of skin cancer (being an oh-so-fair-skinned chickie, i try to not leave the house with anything less than SPF45), i do discredit the idea of planning a fundraiser before we even know what we're dealing with.
three days later i get a packet in the mail from this girl with Tupperware brochures.
don't get me wrong: i will always help wherever and whenever i can. i'm just not sure which ticks me off more: planning to raise money for a crisis that hasn't happened yet or giving out my mailing & phone # without my permission.
i'm such a crank.
so - i'm planning a fundraiser of my own. please. give generously to help me battle the horrors of...middle age. do what you can to ease the pain of turning 45.
every little bit helps. (me fund some Botox).
after all, i don't want you to think i'm not philanthropic. but i don't take credit cards.